"As I expected!"

Fengyun poked his head out from behind a small dirt bag, and looked at the two groups of people rushing out of the stronghold, with a hint of pride in his eyes.

Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, and took out the Razor topographic map from his arms, unfolded it, and looked at it.

Soon, his brow furrowed.

After thinking about it, he put away the topographic map, stepped back from the small dirt bag, and came to the ground.

Lying on the ground near the small dirt bag were two people, the same two people that Fengyun had kidnapped from the enemy stronghold.

The middle-aged man also fell into a coma and was knocked unconscious by him.

After he took him out of the stronghold, his mouth never sat idle, begging him for mercy, which made him very impatient.

Looking at the two people on the ground, a look of hesitation appeared on Fengyun's face.

But soon the hesitation on his face disappeared.

He picked them up with a light pick on his toes, grabbed them by the belt with his probe, and then circled the dirt slope and chased after the group of men who had run out of the stronghold.

Although that group of people was running wildly and running quite fast, their level was still too far behind Fengyun.

It didn't take long for the distance between him and them to get closer, less than a hundred feet.

If the current situation continues, Fengyun will soon be able to catch up with them.

At this time, Fengyun made a puzzling move, he slowed down and kept the distance between him and the group of people in front of him at about 100 zhang.

After about half an hour, Fengyun's eyes saw a wetland.

His eyes immediately shot a cold glow.

At the same time, his speed skyrocketed.

Blink of an eye. He brought him closer to his target by less than twenty feet.

At this time. The group had already discovered his existence. After seeing that it was him, they all showed horror.

Speed up the escape, but the storm doesn't give them a chance at all.

He let go of his fingers, threw the two people he was holding in his hands to the ground, stepped heavily on the ground with both feet, jumped up, jumped several feet high, and then threw himself in the air. It's like an eagle catching a rabbit and swooping down on them.

The group immediately scattered in all directions, but more than half of them were still killed by him.

He first pressed on the backs of the two big men, and with both fists, he struck them in the backs, knocking them to the ground.

Then, with the help of the force of the rebound, he lunged to the left, kicked down a strong man, and then flew diagonally. A hand knife slashed the neck of a strong man.

Between breaths. Four people have already died at his hands.

Fengyun fell to the ground and did not chase the remaining three.

The three people who had dodged Fengyun's attack fled in three directions, finding that he had not pursued him, but their tense heartstrings did not show any relaxation.

They used their strength to feed and ran faster.

They all had a hunch that Fengyun would not let him go so easily.

Since he had attacked them, he could not have given up halfway.

Fengyun glanced at the three of them, picked up the big man with his neck cut off with his toes, took the bow off his body, and drew three arrows from his waist.

Buzz! Buzz!

Without aiming at it, Fengyun shot three arrows.

The probe grabbed the belt of the strong man who had not yet fallen, and walked over to the strong man who had been kicked to death by him.

He didn't even look at the three people he shot, as if he already knew that there was absolutely no chance that they would be spared.

Facts have also proved that Fengyun's self-confidence is justified.

The three men who had fled in three directions had fallen to the ground, motionless, and three arrows shot through the back of their necks, arrows coming out of their mouths.

Fengyun took the bodies of the seven people out of the wetland, and threw them into different quagmires, causing them to disappear completely.

Cleaning up the traces left by the seven enemies, Fengyun lifted his two prisoners, who were still unconscious, and turned around and returned the way they came.

These seven people are not the target of Fengyun.

The target he wants to really track down is actually another group of people, but he can't let this group of people go unpunished.

Based on the topographic map, he deduced the whereabouts of two groups of people.

A group of people rushed towards the Baicao Tribe, who were supposed to inform the target and tell him what was happening in the stronghold, while the other group of people were headed towards the Crow Tribe, who wanted to inform the Crow King about the situation in the stronghold.

It was the group of people who were killed by Fengyun, whose task was to report the situation to the Crow King.

He didn't want to let the Raven King know what was going on in the stronghold so early, otherwise it would be a lot of trouble to deal with, and there would be more variables in order to complete the tasks assigned by the witch.

After a few moments, Fengyun was faster this time, like a gust of wind sweeping across the land, and in the blink of an eye, he would disappear from view.

Less than half an hour later, Fengyun's excellent eyesight helped him catch a group of people running with their heads down.

His expression immediately relaxed.

The group of people he saw were the same people who had come out of the stronghold to inform their targets.

Next, he just needs to follow them, and he should be able to find his target.

Fengyun slowed down, hanging far behind the crowd.

It was a little farther away, but he believed that there was no way they could escape his eyes on the plains, which were almost flat.

After following for a while, Fengyun looked down at the two people who were lifted in his hands, looking a little hesitant.

His purpose in kidnapping them was to get some information about their targets and determine where he had gone.

Now that someone has shown him the way, they have no value.

Gaba!

Fengyun's fingers tightened, and the strong man's neck was pinched off by him.

Passing through a wetland, he threw it into a quagmire.

He originally wanted to kill the middle-aged man, but he suddenly remembered something and decided to keep him and ask him.

Although there was a group of people in front of him to lead the way, and he could find the target by following them, it was not enough to ensure that the Baicao tribe would not be attacked.

He didn't know what the purpose was, and he set off to the Baicao tribe.

If the target had left shortly before he arrived at the stronghold, then all would be fine, and the speed of that group of messengers should be enough to intercept him before he can reach the Hundred Grass Tribe.

But if he had left long before he had arrived at the stronghold, the problem would have been serious.

Before that group of messengers caught up with him, he might have rushed to the Baicao Tribe, and maybe he had already collapsed with the Baicao Tribe and started a fight.

Once this happens, the mission he promised to be a witch of the Hundred Grass Tribe will be a complete failure.

Thinking of this, he let go of the finger that was about to pinch off the middle-aged man, took his belt, and ran wildly, far in front of the messenger.

He found a small dirt bag, climbed it, hid it in the dense bushes, let the middle-aged man lie on his back, and then stretched out his finger to pinch his man.

"Ah, suffocate me. ”

The middle-aged man took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

Seeing Fengyun's face, he subconsciously wanted to retreat.

"Don't move, or I'll strangle you at once. ”

Fengyun cast a threatening gaze at the middle-aged man.

"I don't move, I don't move. Don't kill me. I beg you, just let me go. What do you want......"

"Shut up. If you don't want to die, don't say anything until I ask you, or watch your neck. ”

Fengyun's gaze rested on his neck.

The middle-aged man subconsciously shrunk his neck, as if he wanted to hide his neck.

"I ask you a question, and you must answer me honestly. ”

"Definitely, definitely. As long as I know, I'll tell you. ”

"What did your master leave?"

"The host left after breakfast. ”

"You're not lying to me, if I find out you're lying, watch your neck. ”

"I would never dare to lie to you, I am telling the truth. ”

After listening to the middle-aged man's words, Fengyun's hanging heart finally let go.

When he was separated from the witch, it was just dawn, and he ran to the target's stronghold, which took him five or six hours.

The goal was to leave after breakfast, and he should have left the colony no sooner than he did.

Considering the target and the difference in his speed, he was sure that he was still a long way from the Hundred Grass Tribe, enough for him to intercept him before he could reach the Hundred Grass Tribe.

"Why did he go out?"

The master fell in love with a little girl from the Baicao tribe, named Mulanozhi, and wanted her to be his woman, but the Baicao tribe didn't know how to raise it and flatly refused, which made the master very angry and decided to rush to the Baicao tribe to deal with this matter. ”

The middle-aged man did not hide it.

"How many people did he bring?"

"The master brought a total of more than 400 people, of which there were fifty-two intermediate totem warriors, and the others were all junior totem warriors. ”

"That's all?"

"Oh, yes. There are also two guards sent by the king to their masters, who are said to be high-level totem warriors, but I have not seen them in person. I'm just an ordinary person, the master doesn't take me with him when he goes out, I am only responsible for assisting the master in managing chores. ”

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"For example, does your master have any good things?"

There was a hint of anticipation in Fengyun's eyes.

If the targets are really good, he doesn't mind taking them for himself.

Anyway, he was the son of the Black Crow King, the sworn enemy of the Flame Snake Tribe, and robbed him as if he was part of the price paid for the crimes committed by his Lao Tzu back then.

"Good stuff? Yes, yes. The master had received twenty pearls of light, four of which hung in his room, and the others he had put under the large stone slab where the food was kept. ”

"That's all there is to it?"

"One more thing. Once the master happened to meet a man who was said to be from a giant tribe, but he eventually died, but he left a knife for the master, and it was fine. ”

"What's a good way?"

Fengyun's eyes lit up. (To be continued.) )